Seeing his soldiers burying explosives with unprecedented efficiency, Wakiitajiro felt not at all relaxed.
The Chinese must have a conspiracy. This is almost certain. This is an almost truth-like conclusion he has reached after fighting the Chinese for several consecutive days.
But as the demolition soldiers were retreating, the long fuses of the explosive packages placed in the blind corners of the Sihang Warehouse were already emitting white smoke, and the Chinese in the warehouse remained silent.
Deathly silence.
No matter how hard Wakitajiro racked his brains, he could not figure out why such a strange situation occurred.
The biggest reason why people are afraid of death is the unknown. They are extremely afraid of the unknown world after death, so they invented heaven and hell. Good people go to heaven and evil people go to hell. This is the most typical psychological self-soothing.
No one on our side was dead, but the Japanese commander was sweating profusely from his vest. This was due to the psychological fear of the unknown.
Of course, this was mainly because the warehouse defenders had stepped on the poor Japanese Army Colonel and rubbed him so hard on the ground a few days ago that suddenly one day he stopped rubbing him and instead became "warm and affectionate", which made him extremely uncomfortable.
What a terrible inertial mentality! Even hatred chooses to obey.
"Order, except for the forward infantry squadron to participate in the blasting, the rest of the troops must not move rashly." Jiro Wakita finally gave the order.
Even if the Chinese have another earth-shattering conspiracy, the only ones who have failed are the more than 100 people. The Japanese colonel is still an infantry captain, and he has no intention of actually playing himself into an infantry squadron leader.
"Where did the troops come from? There are only five squadrons left in total!" the Japanese lieutenant colonel lowered his eyelids and complained bitterly in his heart.
His future was ruined by this stupid boss in front of him. If he didn't complain about him at any time, the Japanese Lieutenant Colonel would feel like he was going to be depressed.
With several loud "boom-boom-boom" sounds, the huge four-row warehouse trembled.
Six or seven explosive charges were buried in the four corners, and the solid and thick walls of the Sihang Warehouse could no longer hold up.
After the smoke cleared, what appeared in front of everyone was the seemingly indestructible Sihang Warehouse, which had once blocked infantry artillery and heavy artillery. A large section of the wall collapsed, forming new ruins beneath the warehouse.
If there weren't enough load-bearing columns in the warehouse, the four blasts would be enough to bring down a building. But if it doesn't collapse, what's the use?
Behind the collapsed wall was the building of Sihang Warehouse. It was the first time that Sihang Warehouse had its internal structure so clearly displayed in front of everyone.
The rooms, stairs, sandbag fortifications, and scattered ammunition boxes are extremely clear under the bright autumn sun.
Sihang Warehouse has lost its most important shield.
The call from the south bank of the concession disappeared.
The middle-aged man in a suit was speechless. For the first time, he felt that he had made a mistake in coming here. He felt that he had been deceived by the female reporter with a nice name.
What kind of bravery is there? Some are just cowardly, even so cowardly that he didn't even miss a shot, and the originally impregnable fortress was blown up by the Japanese army in front of him.
The rickshaw driver's eyes were full of disbelief. He didn't understand why this was happening. What about the endless tactics before? What about those brave Chinese military brothers who were not afraid of death? Why were they all missing?
Tantai Mingyue was equally surprised, but she had firm confidence in Tang Dao. Tang Dao never let her down, and it should be the same this time.
Therefore, even if the wall of the warehouse was opened, she would only be shocked but not panic.
But this scene was a great joy and ecstasy for the Japanese commander!
Because he is a soldier, he is not like those ordinary Chinese who only base their victory on the confidence born from previous achievements.
Without a solid wall to serve as artillery, he did not even need to dispatch infantry. He could simply rely on infantry cannons and grenade launchers to destroy Chinese soldiers who dared to resist in artillery fire.
At this point, no matter what conspiracy the Chinese have, victory is only a matter of time. He doesn't even have to wait until sunset today to raise the military flag of his regiment on the roof of the warehouse.
"Order, the forwards are divided into one-third and enter the building for reconnaissance first. If they encounter a counterattack by the Chinese who use the familiar terrain, there is no need to fight head-on. The artillery of the wing will bury them bit by bit." The Japanese army regained confidence.
The colonel even began to care about the lives of his soldiers.
Now that victory has become a fact, he must think about the future.
If the losses continue to increase, I am afraid that the heads of more than a hundred Chinese soldiers will not be enough to make up for the anger of the division commander. He has even thought of getting some corpses of Chinese civilians to make up the number. The division commander probably will not either.
Reject this stupid nonsense.
The 36th Infantry Regiment has lost face, but the entire 3rd Division is taking the blame!
As the military orders were passed down one level at a time, more than 170 Japanese soldiers who were hiding in a temporary field fortification more than 100 meters away rushed towards the warehouse.
The first floor, which had seven or eight large holes, was no longer as dark as before. Almost even Chinese civilians more than 200 meters away could clearly see the structure.
Because of the need to retrieve soil, the ground was in a mess. Several chasms stretched across the ground. Concrete ruins shattered by artillery and explosive packets could be seen everywhere. The entire first floor was already riddled with holes.
But what is worse than this mess is naturally the hearts of the Chinese people.
"Why didn't he blow up his grandchild? Why didn't he even shoot? Where are the brothers? They were all here yesterday!" the rickshaw driver murmured to himself with a heavy cry.
As a person who lives at the bottom of society in Songhu, the rickshaw driver who has been in Songhu for more than ten years is certainly afraid of offending his boss who spent fifty copper yuan on his day trip, but the most important thing is that he
It's hard to accept the scene before me.
Others don't understand, but he knows why he squats here most of the time for several days in a row. It's not because there is free rice and porridge here, but because this is the only place where he can feel that he still has dignity.
Here, he can join the well-dressed nobles and cheer for every victory of the soldiers. There are even masters in brocade robes patting his shoulders with a smile and throwing him a few coins at dusk after the battle.
Ten copper coins invited him: "Come on, Allah is happy today. He will take you to a place and treat me to a drink and a meal."
Although he will not go, he can feel that he is here and has the same identity as the nobles - Chinese, having never been looked at by the nobles.
Even the foreign adults who usually frowned when they saw him, even if he was extremely humble, no longer showed such obvious expressions of disgust at the strong smell of sweat on his body.
He dreamed that one day, he would not have to bend down to say hello to those foreigners with yellow hair and blue eyes, nor would he have to bend down to pick up the coins they threw on the ground, although such a life had already made him come here.
The strong laborers who have worked hard for ten years in the bustling city are numb.
However, it does not mean that this ordinary Chinese has no dreams. He dreams that his son will not be like this again.
Now, the dream has come true.
He understood that those were given by the brothers who sacrificed their lives on the opposite side.
It can be said that the defenders of Sihang Warehouse are his spiritual totems, although there have never been words like spiritual totems in the world of strong laborers at the bottom of the city.
Now, will dreams finally return to reality? Will foreigners show disgust again and scatter copper coins on the ground for him to pick up?
"Fellow! Come on, get me out of here!" The middle-aged man in a suit looked disappointed as he looked at the Japanese infantrymen who were rushing into the warehouse.
He himself didn't know that he would be so depressed. He was so depressed that he didn't want to look at the warehouse again.
Perhaps, just as the fire of hope was ignited, it was poured out by a bucket of cold water!
Whether they are Japanese or Chinese, they all know one thing.
Defeat is a foregone conclusion.
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PS: Last night, an old friend came to visit and held a banquet to entertain me. So, I was very drunk and just sobered up. The update is a little late. Sorry! Please continue to vote! There are only six days left before it will be on the shelves.
This chapter has been completed!